Here is the next chapter. Thanks for the faithful reviews Margaret! Amber

Chapter 18

Frank was approximately two hours behind the plane that took off. It's heading was to Washington DC. Frank had looked at the manifest and it was Callie's father. Frank was pushing the small plane Rick lent them to cut a little time, but he couldn't be reckless either. His father and Sam joined them on the flight since the plane had to be prepped. Sam was in the co-pilot's chair. They were listening to Robert Shaw live as he abused Callie. Frank was livid. He'd find those punks who destroyed his hallway and took Callie to her father.

Joe was helping Fenton clean his and Sam's guns. A team from Washington was going to meet them in the hanger. They had already confirmed that Callie had been brought to the hanger by four men and carried onto the plane where the congressman was waiting. Fenton initialized a surveillance team to watch the Shaw's townhouse. Nobody had come or gone since their arrival. When they heard snapping sounds followed by Callie's screams. Frank started shaking with rage. Sam said. "Take a breather Frank. I got it."

Frank stormed out of the cockpit. Fenton and Joe both tried to soothe Frank but it was pointless. Finally Fenton thought of something. "Frank could you hack into their security system?"

Frank with clenched teeth said. "Is the sky blue?"

Fenton ignored the rude tone. "You and Joe will be across the street in the vacant house that we are surveilling from. You are not to come into the house. We'll bring Callie out. We have a no knock warrant so the hacking is authorized."

Frank got out his FBI laptop that his father brought and began to work. Joe breathed a sigh of relief. His brother was still angry but completely focused on helping his wife. Joe looked at his watch. "Dad it's almost seven. Mom!"

Fenton nodded and texted Laura to call him from the driveway of their home. Forty minutes later Laura Hardy called. "Fenton? Why are their police and fire trucks outside our house? The bay windows are broken. So's the glass in the storm door."

Fenton gave her the rundown. "The good news is we know where she is, and the damage was only in the hall and those windows. Look at it like this honey we will get that open concept you want. We will. Love you babe."

Joe asked warily. "How'd it go?"

Fenton shrugged. "Not sure. She wasn't hysterical. She seemed solid, rigidly solid."

Frank said from his laptop. "What she is...is pissed off."

Fenton nodded. "I think we all are."

Fenton drove the rental right into the empty garage of the vacant house. The team was in place. Frank sat down at the old kitchen table. "There are three points of entry. The front, side, and back terrace." Frank said. "There are seven people in the house. Linda and Robert are in the living room drinking wine. There are two staff in the kitchen. One staff member is outside circling the property, the last is sitting in the parlor. I cannot find where Callie is because there is no smart TV or monitor."

The CIRG commander looked at Fenton. "Where did you get this kid?"

Fenton smiled. "He's mine. So's the blonde over there. Commander this how I want this to go."

After thirty minutes they were suited up in riot gear. Fenton called out on his radio. "Engage amigos."

That signaled the first team of four who were assigned to subdue the outside staff member. Two minutes later a male voice called out. "Clear. Suspect one in custody."

Fenton and the rest of the swat agents ran to the town house. Fenton was behind the swat commander. He called. "Breach in three...two...one...ENGAGE!"

The doors flew open simultaneously. Fenton called. "Give me two and pointed upstairs." Then he went forward. Called. "Two." Mr. Shaw came bursting out of the living room. "What's the meaning of this?"

Fenton had his gun up. "Hands where I can see them Robert. But please give me a reason to shoot you."

Robert raised his arms. "I'm going to ruin you Hardy! Why are you in my house?"

Fenton pulled the warrant out of his pocket. "Warrant."

Robert took it and read. "Search and seizure for what? What are the grounds?"

As this conversation was going on. You could hear the voices shouting. "Clear!" As the agents searched each room.

Fenton secured Mr. Shaw and Linda with handcuffs. "You and Linda sit."

Fenton joined the team commander. "Any luck?"

"She isn't here sir."

Frank's voice came across the com. "Dad several houses on this row were built during prohibition. There may be a secret room."

A commotion was heard outside. "My mother is in there! I demand to see her!"

Fenton called. "Let him in."

A red faced Patrick Reed came in with a distraught Michael Reed. Michael Reed glared at them. "How could you? My brother works at the airport. He saw those goons put Callie on the Shaw plane."

Patrick had been in the house many times. He demanded. "Where's my sister!"

Linda Reed tried to soothe her son. "She isn't here baby. The FBI just looked for her."

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Did they check the secret room in the wine cellar? I found it when I was eleven."

Fenton holstered his weapon. "Show me son."

Patrick and Michael took Fenton to the wine cellar. Patrick went to a set of shelves and pulled. A door opened. Fenton sucked in his breath when he saw Callie wrapped in a sheet and curled up in a ball on a yoga mat. She was shaking. "Callie!" He rushed to her side and his blood boiled over.

"Hawkins search Robert Shaw for the keys to these chains now and someone will bring my son down here."

"Blondie or twin?" Agent Grant asked.

It took a second for it to click. He answered. "Twin." He pulled his coat off and put it around Callie's shoulders. She had bruises on her face and neck again. He went to help her sit up and she hissed in pain.

Callie moaned. "Sorry Mr. Hardy."

"I'm sorry sweetie. What did he do to you?"

Callie glanced at the wall at the whip. Fenton gaped at the sight. He could see the blood on it and the blood splatter in the room. He swayed. Sam steadied him. "I brought the keys.

Fenton composing himself snatched them. He started with her wrists. One of her wrists, the right one, was swollen. Then he focused on the neck collar. Frank came barreling down the stairs. "Callie?"

She made it to her knees but fell forward. She moaned. "Frank! Thank god!"

Frank took his father's place. She looked awful. "We're getting you to a hospital."

"I want to go home!" Her voice was a desperate and frightened plea.

Patrick was whispering to his father. "I have an uncle who is a Doctor here. He can come and look her over."

Callie cried. "No take me home. I'll go to the hospital there!"

Frank looked at his father for guidance. Callie wasn't aware of the damage to the house yet. Fenton soothed. "Sweetie he choked you again. We can't risk it. We'll be with you I promise."

"I want my mom!" Callie wailed.

Frank held her tightly. "I know baby. I wish I could bring her back. I'm here sweetheart."

Callie sniffled. "My jet is faster. Please can't we just go home."

Frank cleared his throat. "Callie the men who kidnapped you threw a grenade inside the house. There's quite a bit of damage. We can't stay there for a couple weeks."

Callie cried harder. "I'm so sorry Mr. Hardy. I shouldn't have…"

Fenton gently interrupted. "It's not your fault sweetheart! You have the right to live a happy, abuse free life. Don't let Robert Shaw win by bending to his will. He's going to be charged with federal kidnapping and torture. So is Linda Reed. They won't harm you again."

"Frank it hurts take me to the doctor please."

Frank kissed her swollen lip gently. "I'll take you sweetie."

Callie said. "He didn't choke me as long this time."

Frank lifted her easily and saw what looked like fingerprints on her neck. "That doesn't make it any better."

"Hopefully I won't be in ICU for three days again."